I have lost the art of vacationing. It happened somewhere after my comps in grad school. I'm not sure where it went, but suddenly all of my travels became work-oriented (research, conferences, more research, more conferences). So when it suddenly came to taking an actual vacation, I was stumped. I slept through my alarm clock, woke up fifteen minutes before departure because (thankfully) my juniorprof friend decided to find out if I needed something from McDonalds, put my deodorant into my bag instead of my blackberry, and thus arrived at my vacation spot with no ability to communicate with the world. And thus (being deprived of email and phone), I accidentally took a vacation.
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